today

potty training sucks. i have pretty much been tied to the house for a solid week and am still cleaning crap off the floor. because it didnt suck enough, i got to clean it off of my foot as well, after having stepped squarely in a pile while backing up from cleaning up another nugget. yay me! note to self: stop feeding the kids food that, when digested, are the perfect camouflage for the carpet in the playroom. thank goodness my 6 year old is still full of clever remarks and witty sayings that bring a smile to my face. these days i need it!

today k. fell down and scraped his face pretty bad, as a result of having caught his face on the corner of a cabinet door he had left open. it was one of those events that freak you out, even if you are the most laid back, least helicopter style mom. the bloody scrape started on his eye lid and stretched clear down to his chin. when he started screaming, which was of course prefaced by that bone chilling silent scream just to let you know this one is serious, f. went running and hid on the other side of the room. i think he thought he was going to get blamed for the fall, which actually was not his fault. i scooped k. up and started to soothe him, while praying his eye was still in tact. if you know me well, you know that eyes totally gross me out. seeing one damaged on my own child would probably push me right over the edge. but i digress, in the end, his eye was fine. when the screaming abated to a dull whimper, m. came over and said "k. what happened to your face?" after i relayed what happened, m. leaned in and said "i love you k." and planted a kiss, square on the unharmed side of his face. i just eat up the twin love!

at this point f. must have figured he wasnt getting blamed for what had happened, or if he was he had better show himself and show some love to his brother. so f. comes over and says to k. "k., its an honor to have you in the v. family" who is this child?! i love that kid and can not believe he is going to be 7 and not 87 in a few weeks.